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Chapter 14

A half hour
later, the four were showering up in the big gym-style shower in the
back of the shop. There was some horseplay, lots of groping and a
couple of blowjobs between the four. This time, Mack eagerly sucked
Russ off. Sam drank all the sperm he could coax out of Jesse.

After they were
dried and mostly dressed, Russ suggested a trip to Dirty Dan's
Steakhouse as it was getting close to dinner. Russ handed Sam a brand
new white T-shirt which Sam immediately put on. Mack thought Sam
looked really good in it with the black leather vest over it, his
hairy muscular arms, broad muscled chest and round belly bulging in
the shirt that was purposely just a little snug.

"Well, I
ripped up my black muscle T because I know how it turns Jesse on to
see that." Sam said

"Fuckin' A,
Sam!" Jesse agreed, "Damned hot to see you do that. I love
to see one of you hairy fuckers rip outta your clothes."

"Yeah, cub
here keeps extra T's around here for me just to do that. Loves to see
me rip through one when I change." Russ said and gave his lover
a kiss. "Don'tcha, buddy?"

Jesse nuzzled
his papa then turned to Mack.

"Looks like
you're gonna be one fine bear too," he said and patted Mack's
belly, "put a little more meat on those bones, more fur on that
chest and back and you'll be a growler." Jesse said and gave
Mack a kiss. "Loved the taste of you man milk, cachorro."

"If we
don't get on down the road we're gonna miss out on dinner," Sam
said and his stomach gave a huge growl. "My belly's talking
back, so let's get goin'!"

Russ reached for
a vest pocket, pulled out a cigar case selected a nice short fat
stogie, stuffed one in his mouth and lit it up, "All right,
let's go." he growled around the fat cigar and headed for his
pickup.

When they got to
where the truck was parked, right by where Sam had parked his Boar
Hawg of a bike Jesse let out a low appreciative whistle.

"Damn, Oso!
You got one Hell of a sweet ride! Love all the details." Jesse
said, "Makes me want to buy one from Mike too."

"I didn't
buy it. This is what you two call my 'ol' rattle trap'." Sam
said with a bit of pride.

"No fuckin'
way!" Russ said, "This is the same hunk'a junk you
been scootin' aroun' on since God was a baby?"

"Well,
thanks to Mike it's not 'xactly the same, he rebuilt about half of
it, frame's still original, but cleaned up and powder coated."
Sam said as he scratched his beard, looking it over.

"Wow!
You're a fuckin' lucky bear, Oso! Great custom ride on the road…"
He looked over at Mack and chuckled, "And a fuckin' hot ride in
the sack." Jesse said.

Simultaneously
all three bears laughed. Mack blushed furiously. Sam pulled him into
a hug and said to the others, "Yeah, I'm one Helluva lucky
bear." He kissed Mack.

"Let's get
gone! I wanna eat dead cow." Sam said and the four piled in.
Streaks of rubber and whoops and cheers marked their departure.

Dirty Dan's was
not far down the road. Set on the outskirts of town, it had survived
from an earlier era when Bakersfield was just a dusty farming
community. A look at the building gave the impression that the place
was slated for imminent demolition; a look at the parking lot
confirmed that the place was still wildly popular. The four bears
entered, pushing through clouds of smoke from the BBQ pit and the
racket of the kitchen and juke box. It was obvious that Russ and
Jesse were well known and liked here; their route to the table was
interrupted by numerous greetings, playful punches and bear hugs,
accompanied by more than a few obscenities.

Sam leaned over
to Mack and spoke loudly in his ear to overcome the noise level.
"Dan's from Waco. He does the best BBQ in the Central Valley.
Nobody does ribs like Dan. Order the ribs." Mack nodded.

Walking out into
the parking lot after dinner, Mack belched and said to no one in
particular, "Man, I can't believe I ate that much! I am
stuffed."

Jesse grinned
and said, "I bet you are!"

Russ smacked his
cub on the back of his head, nearly knocking his baseball cap off.
"That's my nephew you're talkin' 'bout, boy!"

"OW!"
Jesse howled, but with a good-natured grin on his dark face. "Hell,
man, jus' lookit that nice white ass! Oso, we both know Sam... of
course that cub is stuffed!" This time Jesse had to run
to avoid Russ' swat.

Sam smiled
tolerantly at the larger and smaller bear as they tussled, but
interrupted the fun. "When you two're through playin' patty-cake
there, how 'bout drivin' us back home? It's been a long day an' some
of us need some sack time."

After one last
swat on his unruly cub's butt, Russ climbed into the cab and fired
the truck up. "Home, James." The others piled in and Russ
eased out the clutch and rumbled off.

On the way home
Mack and Jesse were talking about The Grrrizz and the modifications
made since last time the Iron Bear had been to a show. Sam took
advantage of his cub's distraction, leaned over, and quietly said to
Russ, "Mack an' I need some alone time tonight, OK? I got
business to attend to up north an' I 'd like to be alone with him.
It'll be awhile 'fore I'm back." Russ just nodded.

When they got
inside, Russ gave a jaw-cracking yawn. "Time to hit the sack,
Osito"

Jesse looked
questioningly at Russ, then Sam. The tent in his jeans made it clear
what he had been expecting, but Russ nudged him off in the direction
of their bedroom. Sam herded Mack in the direction of the second
bedroom.

Stripped and
naked, Sam took Mack into a furry embrace and probed his mouth with
his tongue. Mack responded in kind, which reassured Sam. Apparently,
forgiveness had been achieved. Mack buried his face in Sam's thick
furry chest and inhaled deeply. They sank down on the bed and Mack
reached down, placing his throbbing cock against Sam's thick warm
meat.

"Damn, you
leak a lot!" he said to his papa.

"Heh... ya
just noticin' that, son?" He reached down and squeezed out a
thick glob of precum and fed it to Mack. "Bein' 'round you is
what does it."

Mack licked
Sam's fingers and then sucked on them, running his tongue over the
thick digits again and again. His desire rose in waves. "Fuck
me, Papa. Breed my ass."

Sam growled and
put a huge, hairy paw on Mack's rump to turn him over. Mack scrambled
into the classic all-fours position. Sam's thick, heavy cock hardened
as he moved behind his cub. He reached down and squeezed out more
precum and slicked his meat. He spread Mack's butt with both paws and
centered, then drove in. There was nothing gentle or easy in his
manner... this was urgent breeding, a driving burning need demanding
satisfaction. Again and again he drove his member deep into his cub's
ass, grunting and growling, alternately holding Mack's hips and
shoulders with his paw as he plowed towards his climax. And this was
no slow fucking; this was jackhammer intensity. When Sam came, it was
accompanied with a sustained bear growl that rose and continued
rising with each powerful spasm and sent shivers through Mack's gut
and mind and rattled the windows. A torrent of bear seed poured into
Mack's ass, filling him with scalding heat. He pushed back as hard as
he could to drive Sam in deeper. Sam panted and his cock twitched the
last few squirts into his cub.

"Oh, Papa!"
moaned Mack. Suddenly, he realized he was about to shoot. As if he
had access to Mack's thoughts, Sam pulled out and raised Mack. "Feed
me, son. Give me your seed now."

Mack pushed his
upturned meat down part way with his hand while Sam knelt and took
the straining cock into his mouth. Mack gasped and grabbed Sam's
hairy shoulders, knowing he couldn't last. He moaned as he pumped
blast after blast of his own seed down Sam's gullet. Sam swallowed
rapidly and when Mack was through, rose up level with him and shared
the last of his cum with him. The two bears sank back down on the bed
and cuddled close, drifting between sleep and conversation.

"It was
fucking hot, seeing all three of you guys as bears." Mack said
quietly as he turned on his side and rested his head on his arm.

Sam nodded
sleepily as he fondled Mack's balls.

"It still
feels a little weird... I mean with Uncle Russ and all. I really
liked sucking him off in the shower, but..." Mack spoke quietly
while he stroked Sam's furry belly.

"Well, like
I said, that's a human view. We're less concerned with it but you
know yer uncle loves you and would never harm you. You can relax with
him, son, this is the way our kind express affection and love for one
another." Sam gave Mack's nuts a gentle squeeze and then put his
paw on Mack's shoulder. "You both enjoyed it, forget that he's
yer uncle. Yer a bear, he's a bear, we're all bros… and it's
not like him shootin' in you's gonna get you pregnant an' make a
three headed baby, right?" Sam chuckled and so did Mack.

They were quiet
for awhile, Mack looked deep into Sam's liquid eyes. He saw love,
concern and protection there. After a time he said simply, "I
love you, Sam."

Sam hugged him
tightly and caressed him, nodding, not entirely trusting his voice;
but it was enough. Mack fell gently to sleep in his Papa's arms.

The next morning
Mack rose late, stretching lazily, reaching for Sam. The bed was
empty and Mack got up to pee, thinking that Sam had risen earlier and
was out in the garage, looking over The Grrrizz. Pulling on pants and
grabbing a mug of coffee from the pot in the kitchen he walked out
the back door and headed to the garage.

The morning was
already hot and Mack was covered with a light film of sweat after
circling the garage; no Sam. He looked inside the half open door on
the side of the building. No Sam. In fact, no one except Jesse. The
Hispanic bear looked appraisingly at the sweaty Mack, grinned, and
said, "What up, cachorro?"

"Know where
Sam is? And is it always this hot?"

"No and
si," Jesse responded, continuing to grin. "Your tio will be
back real soon, though. He went into town to get some brake fluid and
pick up some food." Again, Jesse looked at Mack with a frank
appraising stare. "You look fucked."

Mack didn't
quite know what to make of Jesse or if he should be pissed off at the
directness of his remark. He wasn't sure he wanted to have a
conversation with him just now as he was feeling a bit edgy about not
knowing where Sam was. He decided to match his directness and cut
things short. Besides, Jesse already said he didn't know where Sam
went so further talking probably wouldn't get him anywhere.

"Yeah,
well, good sex'll do that to ya. That and a long road trip. I'm gonna
get a refill. I'll be in the house when Sam shows." With that,
Mack headed back to the kitchen. As he left, Jesse looked after him,
concentrating on the younger man's butt. He shook his head and went
back to cleaning The Grrrizz's rims.

Mack found the
can of coffee and started another pot. He looked out in the car port
and saw Sam's bike was gone and then wandered back into the bedroom.
His concern grew to anger as he noticed that Sam's clothes were gone,
as was his duffle. He spun around and ran for the kitchen door,
intending to confront Jesse and demand to know where Sam had gone. He
collided with Russ as he reached the door.

"I mean he
got on his bike an' took off for parts unknown, Mack." Russ
said.

"You mean
he just left me?" There was hurt, anger, and desperation
in Mack's voice. "Why?"

"He did
what he was supposed to do, Mack. He brought you out here safely to
me, left you with family." Russ said gently.

"That's it?
He fucks me, gets me all worked up and turned on, changes me into...
into an animal..." Mack's anger was flaring again.

"Easy
there, cowboy! I happen to be one of those animals you're
changing into." Russ said.

"That's not
what I mean, Uncle Russ... DAMN IT! He was supposed to be here with
me." Mack picked up and threw the empty coffee mug at the brick
fireplace in the kitchen. He looked fiercely into Russ' eyes but his
voice was soft, almost a whisper, nearly trembling. "He said he
loved me, Uncle Russ. He said I was his mate. Is this any way to
treat your mate?"

Russ moved and
encircled Mack in his arms, pulling him into a soft, but firm
embrace. Mack began to cry.

Mack pulled back
from Russ then and said, "Maybe I don't want him back!"

"Mack,
listen to me. Sam really loves you. He's got good reasons for up and
leaving. He's got things he has to attend to and he made me promise
not to tell you what those are. He said he'd be back before your
first change and if that ol' man is anything, he's true to his word.
He said I couldn't tell you what he was doing, but he's doing it for
your future... with him." Russ said.

"He said
you'd say that and no, he's not. What he's doing he wasn't specific
about and if he was I wouldn't tell you, he made me swear on our
blood.” Russ looked steadily into his nephew's eyes. “I
can't break blood oath, Mack." Russ said.

"Then what
can you tell me?" Mack said.

"I can tell
you that he's going back to a place he hasn't been for ages. He needs
to know it's safe for you and him to go there now, and to start to
build a future together there and that's all I can say. He doesn't
want to get your hopes up and have it turn out to be impossible and
he doesn't want unexpected surprises." Russ said, "He
doesn't want a repeat of what happened at the motel with those
rednecks on the way here."

“But he's
strong! He could whup any ass that came to harm us. Why couldn't he
take me...”

Russ
interrupted. “No, he doesn't want a fight. Oh, it's not a
matter of bravery or strength. He doesn't want any chance of
publicity. Our kind have to live quietly. Whupping ass is a last
resort, not a first response.”

"So what
the Hell am I supposed to do; sit around here until he comes back for
me?" Mack asked.

"No, you're
supposed to learn from your uncles what it means to be a werebear and
how to control that temper of yours. And you're supposed to
help me out with my monster truck." Russ sat at the kitchen
table and motioned for Mack to sit also. "Mack, you're gifted.
You have skills with computers that will prove invaluable in helping
me and all your other werebear relatives out there. I know some
brothers who need to teach you a few things, they're gonna be coming
by while Sam's away. If Sam were here, he'd be a distraction, because
he's your mate. While he's around, you're not gonna be thinking about
hacking into computer systems and rearranging data to make one
identity disappear and another take its place." Russ said. "Your
sexual desires and needs, Jesse and I and a couple of those brother
bears I mentioned can take care of. I went into town this morning to
talk to one of those bears. His name is Nate. He's gonna teach you
about evading traces. He'll be here in an hour or so, so I want you
to get cleaned up and be ready for him. OK?"

"But I got
in trouble for that! You're asking me to do what I've been caught at
before. I thought I was coming out here to straighten out my life,
not fuck it up again." Mack protested.

"Mack, the
only reason you got caught at school was that you were inexperienced.
There are brothers who are computer literate and can help us, but we
don't have any of us in major government agencies that deal with
ID... like State or the FBI. There are a couple in state DMV offices
and that helps some, but we need someone who can work on a national
scale, and from the outside, anonymously. Someone who can hack and
not be caught. Someone like you will be. You got caught because you
lacked subtlety and because your motives were obvious." Russ
said. "The world is changing fast. With your skills and some
training, you can help werebears you've never met, those out there
like me who will eventually need new identities to conceal their lack
of aging."

"Now, if
you're done throwing a tantrum because your lover is off tending to
business, I think you should grab a quick bite to eat, shower and get
ready for your first day of school," Russ said firmly in a
no-nonsense way.

Mack felt a bit
foolish.

"I'm gonna
go work on the The Ol' Bear and I don't mean Jesse." Russ said
with a chuckle, "We've got a show in less than a week and you're
coming along." Russ said. "When Nate gets here let him in
and help him with his equipment. You might want to dress to help him
with that, but otherwise, you can be naked around him; he's certainly
going to shed his clothes as soon as he gets all settled in and you
can bet me and my cub will, after we come in for the night. You'll
get used to it and I expect you'll like livin' that way too."

Mack smiled,
"You're all really focused on sex, aren't you?"

"And you're
not? Who was having a tantrum just now because his main squeeze
wasn't here to give him some hot protein injections?"

Mack blushed,
"OK, I'll go take my shower now."

Russ chuckled as
his nephew left. The next four months were looking more and more
interesting. Russ scratched his belly, and poured some more coffee.

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